Riley Ghost Novels & Stories

He said while moving towards me , i started moving backwards because i didn't want him to get too close to me. "What do you want from me ?" I asked. "Wow nice question, i just want to replace you" he said and then he disappeared, i looked around but i didn't see him, i remembered that Mr Franklin said he was a ghost. "But why me?" I asked, although he was not visible but i knew he was around. "Because i am you" he said and appeared in my back. "I swear to God i will shut you off" i said in anger. "Are you crazy , you can't kill a ghost boy!" He yelled and laughed.

I call ghost, he got more than one skill, and opening closed-door virtual and real ones are one of his many skills. He uses his key locks tools and messes with the door for a bit until it opens. Finally, I walk down with ghost behind me, I find a small girl laying naked on the floor. She's thin, too thin, her blond hair match mine only hers is dirty and matted on her head. Her blue eyes are hardly open, I can see bruises all over her fragile body. Taking off my shirt I cover her quickly and pick her up leaving this hell behind. "You're safe now baby sister" I whisper in her ears she closes her eyes letting darkness take her.

Ryder closed the distance between them, concern etched on his features, “You’re driving through these paths, meeting all these people and you’re going to tell me you don’t remember anything, Jason? Anything at all?” His jaw hardened, and his bluish-grey eyes shot daggers at Ryder, “My name is Ghost for the last time...” “What the hell is Ghost? Really? Do you think your mother named you Ghost? Do you not wonder about your past? Your family? You’re not a Carianno...” “Don’t you dare speak about my fa...” He said through gritted teeth. Three black cars, pulled up behind them suddenly, drawing their attention to it.

Chapter 19 As Rhys continued smoking in the corridor, his attention was drawn to the figure of Riley approaching. She was engaged in a phone call, her voice animated as she conversed, completely unaware of his presence. Despite the distraction of her call, Rhys couldn't help but find her captivating. Her graceful movements and confident demeanor exuded a quiet charm that intrigued him, and he found himself drawn to her almost immediately. There was something about her that stirred a sense of curiosity within him, a desire to unravel the mystery behind the woman who had caught his eye.

She looked around the room, disoriented, and the darkness still felt suffocating, even though Riley was right there beside her. “I saw them,” she whispered, her voice cracking. “I saw my parents…” Riley’s expression softened as he pulled her close, cradling her. “It was just a nightmare,” he murmured, kissing the top of her head. But as Hazel clung to him, her heart wouldn’t settle. The nightmare felt far too real, and the lingering coldness in the air made her wonder if her parents’ ghosts had truly been there—

She grabbed tightly onto her boyfriend's clothes and stepped forward carefully. It was so pleasant to be able to walk around in his arms! The two walked some distance for a while. And suddenly, a ghost appeared in front of them. His face was pale, his mouth was red, and his tongue was still bleeding. Coupled with the lighting everywhere, Rachel was really frightened. Her first reaction was to lift her foot to kick the "ghost" hard. She also shouted, "Don't come over!" The staff member didn't even have time to say his lines before being kicked to the ground with a thump.

Don was groaning on the floor, gripping his arm, as red liquid seeped through his fingers. Riley stepped over to him, crouched low, and whispered near his ear, her voice thick with spite. “I've killed men, used men's heads against each other. I destroy their bones and crush them. And you think I don't rule enough?” “You're,” he groaned in pain. “You're…damn sick.” “You want her?” Riley whispered. “Then crawl to her.” She shot at his arm again. Twice. Don cried out in pain, his hands trembling as more blood oozed, dampened his shirt and flowed to the floor.

He was not worthy of being called a man. If he could possess someone’s body, the first thing he would do would be to beat that bastard Lucien senseless. Watching the small girl continue to cry softly, the ghost raised his hand and placed it gently on her back in comfort. Then he mocked himself for being childish. He was only a ghost. How could she possibly feel his consolation? Yet Elowen truly felt a cool sensation against her back. She immediately straightened up and looked around. Seeing no one, she quietly thought that she must be having hallucinations again.

Marcus, the quiet guy from accounting leaned against the door, arms crossed, with a bitter smirk twisting his lips. “McAllen,” he said. “You’ve been looking real happy lately. I see you enjoy your late night with the boss.” My stomach dropped. “What the hell are you talking about?” He stepped closer, I could see the jealousy in his eyes. “ I saw you leaving the private elevator. Looking like a man whose ass has taken some cock. You’re not the first, you know. The Ghost destroys anyone who tries to get close. You’re just the latest toy.” “The Ghost?” I laughed it off, but my voice sounded shaky even to me. “Sounds like some movie legend bullshit.”